Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Meeting the Darkness

The cloud was indescribable. It was dark, worse than any thunder storm you had ever seen. It moved faster than a tornado, and you knew there was little hope that the Impala could outrun it, even if it wasn't currently spinning it's wheel in a pot hole.

Holding onto your side tightly, you moaned in pain as the car rocked from the wind in front of the cloud. You watch Sam reach out for his brother, tightly grasping onto his shirt as an anchor. Dean glanced at him, his eyes big and full of fear. He then looked backwards to you, surprised to see you in an upright position. "Y/N, get down!" He yelled over the loud howling of the wind. 

You obeyed, partly because you didn't want to see what was going to happen next, but also because you had used up most of your strength getting into a sitting position and you were wobbly. Sliding down into the seat until you were laying on your back, you moaned. Your face was drenched with sweat, and you felt as if you could pass out at any moment.

"Dean!" You heard Sam yell, then you could hear nothing else. It was as if someone had muted the entire world. You couldn't hear both brothers yelling up front, even though you could still see their mouths moving in the darkened light brought on by the cloud. You couldn't hear it raging outside anymore, or the growl of the engine as Dean continued to step on the gas pedal. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping against hope that when you opened them again, this storm would be gone, you wouldn't have this slash in your side, and everything would be okay. Counting to five, you took a deep breath, and opened your eyes once again.

What you saw had your hammering in your chest. In the five seconds your eyes had been closed, you had somehow been transported out of the Impala, without feeling it, at all. You now laid in the middle of somewhere, on your back. Your wound, which had only been seeping blood, had been opened again by the force, and you lay there, panting for a breath as pain course through you again.

The wind howled around you, but where you laid was calm. The cloud, or what seemed more like a fog pulsed around you, moving in and out, but never touching you. It was weird, and if you weren't in so much pain, you would try to figure it out.

"Who are you?" A strange voice, a woman's voice asked from off to your side, before she walked into your vision. She came into your vision, a woman wearing a floor length black gown, low cut. She had long, curly brunette hair, that the wind didn't even touch. She walked around you in a circle, her gaze curious as she observed you.

"Y/N. Who are you?" You asked, thinking this woman had something to do with the cloud. That thought, that this normal looking woman could control a cloud this huge, scared you. 

"I've heard about you. You see, I know of Dean, know all about Dean, and his desires. And you are the first thing in his mind." She said.

A sharp pain shot through your body, causing you to moan in pain, clutching your belly. "You're hurt." She said, more of a statement than anything. "I don't think that will work. I need to talk to you." 

She crouched down, the movement seeming foreign to her. Placing her hand over your wound, she closed her eyes, concentrating. A warmth spread over you, nothing like when you've been healed by Cas. It was comforting and your entire body relaxed as it spread through you. As soon as it started, it ended, and she stood back up, seeming proud of her work. "There, now we can talk without any interruptions."

All of your pain went away, and you glanced down, no longer seeing the gaping wound in your stomach. "Thank you?" You questioned, still unsure and more than a little scared around her.

"It really wasn't for you. You are a curiosity to me, and I need you healthy in order to help me." She said calmly, as if she hadn't just healed you.

You sat up carefully, thankful you were no longer in pain. The wind and the fog still rolled around you, but you were safe, for the second at least. "What are you?" You asked her.

"You can call me the darkness. I've been waiting a long time for this day." She told you, still circling around you.

"Why?" You asked, circling around so she stayed in your view at all times.

"I've been waiting for someone to set me free. I need to see him, to thank Dean. But I had to see what holds his heart first." She said, before stepping forward and grabbing your arm, holding you still. "But I don't get it. You're nothing special. You don't have any powers, you are just a weak, pitiful mortal. You're not even that pretty, but I don't know what the standards are."

"Why do you care so much for Dean?" You asked, wincing as her fingers dug painfully into your arm. 

"Because he held the key to my dungeon. He was the one who set me free. We are connected now." She told you, using her free arm to pull away the black sleeve of her dress, showing you the Mark. You were shocked at first, but then you remembered Death saying something about a bigger bad out there in the world.

"Dean? Connected with you? I don't think so." You told her, earning a frown, the first emotion you had seen her show. 

"He is connected with me. And I'm trying to figure out where you stand in all of this, and what I should do with you." She said, before pulling you tighter to her. She opened her mouth, as if to kiss you, but then she closed it and shook her head. "No, I am not going to take your soul. But I don't think I can have you in the way of Dean or I. What should I do?"

You froze, wondering exactly what she was if she was able to take souls. "Please. Can't you just leave us alone? We've been through so much." You pleaded.

She was silent, her eyes dark on you. "No, I don't think I can do that. And I need to hurry, I need to talk to Dean." She said. "I think I need you out of the way. At least for now. I don't need you distracting him."  

Before you could argue, you let go of your arm. Placing her hand on her chin, she stared at you, and it was unnerving. Wondering if she was going to kill you, or send you somewhere. Maybe she would wipe your memories, making you forget Dean existed. There were all these possibilities that you could think of, and each one ended in heartbreak and despair for you.

"I think I've figured it out." She said, smiling, before clapping her hands together, sending you away.